Meeting our New Neighbor
Where would she be? We asked her dad.
Wait. It’s her husband; his name is Chad.
He’s much older than she, fifty at least.
Where is our neighbor, young Charise?
She came to the door wearing curlers galore.
Oh look, she said, it’s the new neighbors next door.
She was holding a puppy, swinging silver hoops too.
Let’s see, you are Jane, and you are Little Lou?
She had on polka dotted glasses, they were perky and red.
She was married to this old guy? We were horrified, Ted.
She is cute and young, and he is old and overweight.
The puppy let us hold him; his name was Poundtate.
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